Haiku
White peaks on the sea
Rough waters for fishermen
All in a day’s work
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Daily Haiku – Tue. Aug. 20, 2019
Tag: Sea
Poem of the Month – July 2019 – Small
Small
How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before
Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness
That I may hear the earth’s hush
Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed
Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Write/Photo - Small
D'Verse Poets Open Link Night
Word Prompt
Safe
Daily Haiku – Sun. December 16, 2018
Azure seas of calm
Drifting away from the shore
Thinking about you
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Daily Haiku – Fri. October 12, 2018
Sea lapping the shore
Reminiscent of your love
Constantly flowing
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Daily Haiku – Thursday, September 20, 2018
Enchanting sea nymphs
Luring sailors to the rocks
And ultimate death
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Daily Haiku – Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Gentle waves lapping
the shoreline cooling hot sand
Sea treasure exposed
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Daily Haiku – Friday, September 7, 2018
Checks and balances
Too easy to be carried
On a sea of bliss
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Daily Haiku – Thursday, August 30, 2018
Sea shells drying out
Bleached by the rays of the sun
The jewels of the sea
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Daily Haiku – Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Alabaster skin
Eyes deep pools of clear blue sea
Raven hair shining
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Cliffs
Cliffs
The sea was kissed
by the morning mist
Darkness tarried
as the sun struggled
to be set free
Standing atop the cliffs
a wild picture
of windblown
red hair likened to
the Flame tree
Cloak lifted by the wind
she scanned the horizon
searching for a sign
Praying he comes today
as was his decree
In the distance
she espies the sails
The ship moving at a clip
becoming clearer, getting nearer
bringing her the key
A flock of seagulls
Releasing its cacophony
Rose up around her
Its noise summoning
her sensually
Heart lifted from its
recessed pit
she mounts her steed
Galloping to the shoreline
sorrows vanish
once more carefree
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